"They no doubt consider them excellent hostages." "Ah!" the old woman rejoined, in a strange tone.
Then she again thoughtfully watched the curious scene of panic around her.

The bourgeois gradually disappeared; soon there only remained Vuillet and Roudier, whom the approaching danger inspired with some courage.

As for Granoux, he likewise remained in his corner, his legs refusing to perform their office.
"Well, I like this better," Sicardot remarked, as he observed the flight of the other adherents.

"Those cowards were exasperating me at last.
For more than two years they've been speaking of shooting all the Republicans in the province, and to-day they wouldn't even fire a halfpenny cracker under their noses." Then he took up his hat and turned towards the door.
"Let's see," he continued, "time presses.

Come, Rougon." Felicite, it seemed, had been waiting for this moment.